>Wow. Songs I actually know?! What is this madness? Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes, ah, but
Two hours of pushing broom buys an
8-by-12 four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination Bangor, Maine*
Old worn-out suit and shoes
I don't pay no union dues
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
I know every engineer on every train
All their children and all of their names
And every handout in every town
Every lock that ain't locked when no one's around, I sing
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom buys an
8-by-12 four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom buys an
8-by-12 four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road...
- Roger Miller
"King of the Road"
The Return of Roger Miller (1965)
* Like almost everyone who isn't from the immediate vicinity of Bangor, Roger pronounces Bangor wrong. It's actually BANG-gor. Like Bangalore, only without the "al". Please note that I make no warranty as to how the locals pronounce the ones in Wales, Washington state etc.
Also, if your only option at midnight is a freight train heading for Bangor, Maine, son, you are fucked even by hobo standards.